School stuff, first we had to write out a description for a made up image, it could be anything we wanted. Then, we threw all the papers in a box. Whichever description we picked out, we had to draw it. This is the final result - Jack Nicholson's nightmare! d/l the full version and color it! (please)

Also, here's is the original description that I ended up with:

A very famous and wealthy Jack Nicholson drifted into slumber one night, as any other. Beforehand, he enjoyed a supper in bed with one of his favorite dishes: crab legs. Half drunk from a hearty dinner with the occasional martini, Jack has decided he’s comfortable enough in his white cotton Terry bathrobe, with his own “Jack” signature large and visibly embroidered upon the one side of the chest of the robe, accompanied by almost knee-high dress socks, to just drop on top of his already tussled sheets without bothering to shower. The remains of his dinner are chaotic. The crab shells are empty and martini glasses are both tipped over and standing with bare toothpicks, visible on the bed, nightstand, and even on the floor near his slippers. The mess left on his face and dribbling down his chest and robe bother him not, as he is quickly and gleefully unconscious on his bed, still halfway propped up awkwardly on large pillows at the headboard. Trailing from his head is a series of growing clouds, leading to a rather large illustrated dream bubble.

Within this bubble, Jack has already been dreaming for quite some time. He started by remembering his lovely dining experience just moments before sleep, which incidentally crept into his dream through rather interesting means. He discovered once looking in the mirror during his dream that although his face seemed no different, he had the body of a crab. Starting out about the size of your average Jack Nicholson at age 70-something, he grew larger and larger until he busted through his hotel room and made his way to downtown Atlanta. What is currently shown in his fluffy dream bubble is a gigantic Jack Nicholson head mounted on the body of an also enormous king crab destroying downtown Atlanta. Drunk with the realization that he is close to 30 stories in height and possesses the body of a crab, Jack puts on his famous black ray-bans and proceeds to demolish every skyscraper in sight while holding a most recognizable trademark facial expression. With his head reared back slightly, Jack seems to be releasing a long winded wide-mouthed shriek of completely uncontrollable and maniacal laughter: the kind all of America has come to know, love, and almost expect from the actor.

The bubble takes up close to half of the image the viewer sees, while the other half is zoomed in watching his sloppy grinning true self somehow sleeping in a most awkward position surrounded in the mess he left during his late night bedside liquor laced dinner.